It’s time to fall in L🌹ve… again and again… With Life as it blossoms and as its petals fall, with the Sun that kisses the morning without asking the Night how long it will remain away… It’s time to fall in L🌹ve with what arrives without making promises, with what departs yet never disappears, with hands that find each other and those that learn to let go without ceasing to bless their meeting… For to L🌹ve is also to discover that no farewell can ever take from a flower the Spring that gave it life, nor from the heart the beauty of what once dwelt within it… To fall in L🌹ve with Mystery, with all we have yet to understand, with the imperfections that make us human, and with that invisible Eternity breathing through every moment… Until one day we come to understand that it was not L🌹ve waiting to be found along the way… It was we who had forgotten that every breath was an invitation to fall in love once more… again and again… without beginning… without end…🌹 ÚKA🌹HEKA

I asked a rose if it had ever feared being L🌹ved… And the wind, which knew the fate of so many flowers, fell silent… I drew closer to behold it… Its beauty was not mine, yet nothing kept me from admiring it…🌹 Its fragrance did not bear my name, and still, it found its way to me… Then I understood the strange contradiction within our hands… How they can caress what they L🌹ve and, with that very gesture, tear it from the life that sustains it… How many flowers have mistaken the intensity of our desire for the depth of our L🌹ve…? And how many have we plucked, believing we were bringing them closer to our hearts, never realising we were drawing them away from their roots…? I looked once more at that rose… It was still there, offering its fragrance without asking to whom the air belonged… And I came to understand that perhaps to L🌹ve is not to reach for what moves us… But to learn to remain as close as its freedom allows… Without demanding that it leave the garden to prove that it L🌹ves us too… Since then, whenever I encounter a rose, I no longer ask whether it has ever feared being L🌹ved… I ask myself how many hands have learned to L🌹ve it without ever needing to pluck it… ÚKA🌹HEKA